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The lightning was the angel of the Lord; but it has pleased Providence,

in these modern times, that science should make it the humble messenger

of man, and we know that every flash that shimmers about the horizon on

a summer's evening is determined by ascertainable conditions, and that

its direction and brightness might, if our knowledge of these were great

enough, have been calculated.

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